The dream this morning takes place in the Grand Traverse Mall food court. I am a university student again. I have brought three school books and homework assignments with me to the mall. It looks like I want to do my school work here and get me something to eat as well. My current boss at Wal-Mart, Nidal, is here. He is now the manager at the Arby's restaurant in the food court. I walk up to the counter and say hello to him. He gives me my lunch and hands back to me my school books that have mysteriously appeared behind the service counter. I go to a table and eat lunch. I look down the large central hallway leading to all the stores and I see another fellow employee from my current Wal-Mart job. Kim, a young African-American woman. She alone is mopping the floor in a restaurant. I see all the chairs turned up on the tables. I take my books with me and go to that restaurant to help her. I feel very sympathetic that she is alone and has much work to do. I will help her. I begin helping her when suddenly I see an old army pickup truck in the hallway. This is old truck is the same diesel pickup we used for many years, while I was a National Guard cook, working at Camp Grayling. We hauled a lot of food in that old truck for a lot of years. The truck retired just before I did. The person driving the truck is Kish, my immigration lawyer, she has been brought here by my guardian angel, my long passed mother. Kish has no idea what is going on or why she is here to pick me up. The spirit of my mother has possessed her and brought her to me. I do not question any of this, I grab my books and take a seat on the bench in back and we ride away.
What do I make of this dream? I have a sense that the people in this story have a shared sense of destiny with me. They have come into my life at this time for a purpose. They are here to teach me some things or, they and I, are together at this time to fulfil some larger divine purpose. I know that sounds grandiose, but I believe it to be true.
I was talking to a veteran's representative, just yesterday, about going back to school to finish my degree. The school books in this dream may be a fore shadowing of events and things to come. He and I discussed my options for going to a local community college. The books suggest a need, or perhaps a thirst, for higher learning.
I believe finding Kish, the immigration lawyer, was definitely a stroke of luck or divine providence. She is just the right person, at the right time, to lend us assistance. I could see my dear mother's hand at bringing her into my life.
Kim has offered to take me to her church and introduce me to her pastor. I have been looking for the right church to attend with my soon to be wife. We need a place to get married and a place with believers to worship with.
The army truck is a symbol of my past experiences and how they are affecting me and will be carrying me into the future. My army training and experience has done me well, and it will continue to do so, as I travel forward in life. I cannot divorce myself from who I was. Those experiences will always be with me, but they need not limit me either. I am now in my civilian clothes as I ride away to my future missions.
The mall food court is another significant symbol. I love food. That is why I became a cook. It is not so surprising that I would be here. The culinary field is what I know. Although, this particular place is very much different compared to an army mess hall. Funny, I would often escape to this place when I was free from duty at Camp Grayling. This mall was my refuge. I could forget about all my worries and the stress I experienced while on active duty. When I was here I just enjoyed being myself and could be carefree to eat, and shop, do whatever I wanted. I miss those days.
There are lots of interesting elements in this dream. It has the ring of precognition. This will be one to come back to and re-read, in say a years time, to see what may have manifested. We shall see what the future holds!
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